Viva La Vida

To my wonderful daughter, my partner in crime, my mate in tears and laughter, the one who makes me to get up from the bed and pushes me back to the dance floor.

And husband, the more you complain about Coldplay, the louder we play it. Viva La Vida.



I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world